Chapter 14 Isla
ISLA
Skull
Can I come over?
He said he would message me tonight, and I guess he’s sticking to that. I didn’t expect him to want to come and see me, though. I wonder what changed his mind about reaching out to me.
Why is this so complicated between us?
Isla
Why?
Skull
Want to see you.
Isla
You managed perfectly fine before this.
Skull
You like to hold grudges, don’t you?
Isla
And you like to ghost people. Maybe that should be your new nickname.
Skull
Already have a brother with that name. It’s taken.
I’ll bring food. And dessert.
Isla
Okay.
Skull
Food works, good to know.
Isla
See you soon.
Seeing as I’m already showered and in my pyjamas, I decide to stay comfortable and get changed.
It’s nine o’clock already, and I was about to watch a movie in bed before I pass out, usually during the first fifteen minutes.
I let Layla outside in the backyard and walk to the front door when I hear the rumble of his motorcycle.
When I open the door, I find him dressed in all black, like a thief in the night, a bag of food in his hands, and a heated look in his eyes as he takes in my plaited hair and pale pink silk nightgown.
He slides off his leather boots and leaves them at the door.
I take the food from him, and he laughs. “Where’s Layla?”
“Outside, getting ready for bed,” I say.
He locks the door and follows me into the kitchen. Putting the food down on the table, I take him in. His hair is down around his face, and his blue eyes are pinned on me. “You look… so fucking sexy right now.”
I roll my eyes. “This is what I wear to bed.”
He picks up one of my plaits and gently wraps it around his fist. “Fuck, Isla.” The air thickens with tension, and I can’t help but step closer to him. His free hand slides across my hip and sits on the curve of my ass.
“I want you, spitfire, so fucking bad. Let me have you,” he rasps, letting go of my hair and lifting me in his arms so we’re at the same level. I cup his cheeks, the stubble prickling my palms, and kiss him.
“I need to hear the words, Isla,” he says against my lips.
“Fuck me, Skull,” I moan, deepening the kiss.
He carries me to the couch, his lips never leaving mine, and lays me down.
I pull him on top of me and feel how fucking hard he is through his denim jeans.
The strap of my nightgown falls off my shoulder, exposing the top of my breast. Skull mutters a curse and starts to kiss across my jawline and down my neck.
I tilt my head back to give him more access, and by the time he sucks on my nipples through the silk, I’m ready to beg him to get inside me.
“Skull,” I plead, raising my hips so I can feel his hard cock. “I’m so fucking wet for you, please just fuck me.”
“Fucking hell, Isla, you’re killing me,” he rasps, pulling back. “Get my cock out. I want your hands all over me.”
Reaching forward, I undo his button and slide his jeans down with his boxers. When I get the first look at him, my eyes widen. He’s perfect. Thick and long, but not too big that he’s going to hurt me.
“That’s the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen in my life,” I blurt out, stroking him from base to tip.
He laughs, then groans as I keep working him. “I’m glad you approve, baby, because it’s all fucking yours. It’s the only cock that’s going to be inside you from now on, do you understand?”
His dominant tone has me so wet that I’m almost embarrassed. “Yes, and my pussy is the only one you’ll be having. I don’t share.”
This goes both ways. I don’t care if he’s a sexy biker with women on tap—if he’s mine, he’s mine.
“Only pussy I want.”
He stands up and pulls his T-shirt off by gripping it at the nape in that sexy way men do. I get distracted by his abs while he removes his jeans and stands in front of me fully naked.
He’s fucking perfect.
My gaze lands on his strong, muscular thighs and then back to his hard cock pointing right at me.
And when he gets on his knees in front of me?
I pinch my arm to make sure I’m not dreaming because this is coming straight out of one of my fantasies. Skull looks like he could be on the front of a fucking book cover, and for now, he’s all mine.
Gently spreading my thighs, he starts to kiss upward until he reaches my black lace panties.
Pressing his mouth over the material, he sucks on me before sliding the material to the side and putting his mouth on me.
When he sucks on my clit, I thread my fingers through his hair and grind my face against him. I buck and shiver against his tongue.
“I’m going to come,” I announce, whimpering. “Fuck.”
He keeps the same pace, which I’m grateful for, and it doesn’t take long for me to orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, making me lose myself. Skull doesn’t let up, eating me like a starving man. He only stops when I tug on his hair.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, his mouth still wet. “All fucking mine, Isla.”
“Fuck me and make me yours.”
He pulls off my nightgown and licks his lips as he admires me.
“Fucking perfect tits. I knew you’d have perfect brown nipples.
” He sucks on one, and then the other, while picking me up and laying me back on the carpet.
He kisses me and lets me taste myself, while he slides his cock against my wet sex.
“You’re soaked,” he growls, kissing down my throat. “Fuck, I need to get the condom out of my pocket.”
“I’m on the pill,” I say, needing him inside me.
Right-fucking-now.
“I’m clean, I got tested after we met,” he admits, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw. “Fucking hell, are you sure? I’ve never fucked anyone bare.”
He has a child, so I make a note to ask him about that later.
Taking him in my hand, I draw him to me, and he slides inside in one hard thrust that makes us both moan.
“You feel so good.” His voice is rough and deep with a hint of a growl.
“So do you,” I reply, staring into his eyes as he starts to slowly fuck me before picking up the pace. I wrap my legs around him and meet him with every thrust.
“You take my cock so well, Isla. You’re such a good-fucking-girl just like I knew you would be.” His fingers collar my neck, but he doesn’t squeeze, he just holds me possessively.
I like it.
No, I fucking love it.
“So fucking wet,” he emphasizes each word with a deep stroke, then dips his head to kiss me. “I want you to come all over my dick, baby. And then I’m going to fill you up with my cum, mark you as mine.”
He reaches between us and strokes my clit, pushing me over the edge. “Fuck, yes! I’m coming all over your cock!”
“Just like I wanted,” he growls, driving into me harder and faster now, losing his rhythm just as he’s about to finish.
“Fuck!” he roars, his head falling back and exposing his powerful neck. He then brings his eyes to me, locking me in place as he comes inside me.
Raw. He fucked me raw, and he’s left me feeling the same way.
My shields are down. I can’t fight him anymore, so now I need to hope that he will handle me carefully.
He rests his forehead against mine and smiles warmly. “Let me carry you to bed, spitfire. I need to fuck you again.”